Friday, January 6, 2017

Apron

The apron
(above) is done. As said before: You have to read the story to fully appreciate
it: It’s made as a compromise by a man who has a secret desire to wear women’s
clothes.

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No heat. The
building boiler was down overnight and this morning—during one of the coldest winters
we’ve had in a decade. Lucky for me, my decorative fireplace has a heating
function and it is keeping me warm.

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My property tax
assessment has arrived. Last year my place was assessed as being worth
$349,000; this year the assessment is for $462,000, an increase of 32%. I am
going to defer my taxes this year for the first time.

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I have to stop
calling Mr. Inappropriate by that name. Yes he is challenging and distant when
he has a girlfriend but when we talk it is like I’ve taken a drug. He is constant,
honest and affectionate; he doesn’t deserve the name I gave him long ago when I
couldn’t control my response to him. But now I can, so he is now Dr. Soothe.

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I’m still
deriving comfort the speech therapist’s frequent response to things I told her:
“Yes, it’s often that way with stutterers.” What she said made me feel less
alone and less unusual; her words were like a caress.

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Writing the
script is not nearly as much fun or as satisfying as listening to a good movie
and sewing my brains out in idyllic symbiosis with Leon. But I have to write one to see if I can
produce a monologue of merit that lasts about 75 minutes. So Friday morning I
got a toe damp and I liked it. I think I can do it. It’ll be short and I’ll use
sections of the letters and curatorial BS I’ve written about several dresses,
but it might work.